Critique

The Accidental Artist
Vikram Sharma had never considered himself creative. Not really. Sure, he once tried making samosas from scratch and nearly set off the smoke alarm, but that was more chaos than artistry. At forty, he worked at a bank, wore the same shade of blue shirt every Monday, and found excitement in perfectly aligned sticky notes.
By meerjanan5 months ago in Art
Ca$imuz art gallery
another dream of mine that I made come true, i created my own art gallery that being the Casimuz art gallery. I am proud of all of my illustrations and my works and let’s see some of my favorite illustrations of my favorite singers are of Chirino, Selena, Prince, Boy George, and to me all of my illustrations that I ever did became gallery illustrations another artistic pictures that I had done through the years and that I had that I felt would be good to be a part of my art gallery that you now see here. I am I put my heart and soul and everything I do and this art gallery because I know one of my children.
By Ca$imuz5 months ago in Art
Business in 2025: Innovation, Adaptation, and the Human-Centric Shift
As we move through the second half of 2025, the global business landscape reflects a dramatic transformation that has been building over the past decade. From the acceleration of digital technologies to a renewed focus on sustainability and human well-being, businesses in 2025 are navigating a complex yet opportunity-filled world. The key themes dominating the conversation today include artificial intelligence integration, remote and hybrid work models, ESG (Environmental, Social, and Governance) priorities, and the rise of conscious consumerism. Together, these trends are reshaping how businesses operate, compete, and thrive.
By Azra parveen5 months ago in Art
The Gashapon Chronicles
The Gashapon Shelf by [ikram ullah] The shelf was older than the shop itself. At least, that’s what Mr. Kato claimed whenever customers asked about it. Standing proudly behind the counter, it was a tall, narrow display with seven uneven tiers, each crammed with plastic capsules — reds, blues, greens, and yellows — stacked precariously like colorful bubbles.
By Ikram Ullah5 months ago in Art
He Knows You’re Looking Back
He Knows You’re Looking Back You didn’t want to paint it. But it waited in your head, breathing. Now it’s here. Bone-white face. Rot-green haze. Black that pulls at the edges of your vision. The eyes don’t just follow you — they hold you.
By Tom Baker5 months ago in Art
The Power and Significance of Art in Human Culture
Art has always been a quiet yet powerful companion to humanity. Long before written language, our ancestors left marks on cave walls—handprints, animals, symbols—sharing glimpses of their lives, fears, and dreams. These early expressions weren’t just decoration; they were meaning made visible. That same impulse lives on today, whether in a child’s scribbled drawing, a street musician’s melody, or a carefully crafted novel.
By meerjanan5 months ago in Art
The Library of Forgotten Faces
In the old, crumbling heart of Eldridge Town, there was a small wooden door almost hidden under a curtain of ivy. Most people didn’t notice it anymore. The world was busy with glowing phone screens and endless scrolling. But Elara noticed.
By Muzamil khan5 months ago in Art
The Painter of Forgotten Faces
In a narrow alley where the cobblestones were worn smooth by time and silence, there lived a woman named Imaan. Her home was a crumbling stone building with ivy curling around its windows like old thoughts clinging to the mind. She kept to herself, speaking only when spoken to, and even then, her words were few and soft, like the brush of a feather on paper.
By meerjanan5 months ago in Art
The Brush Between Worlds
Tucked between a subway entrance and a glass-fronted café in the heart of the city stood a small, unassuming studio with peeling blue paint and a hand-lettered sign: Zehra’s Corner – Paint. Breathe. Be.
By meerjanan5 months ago in Art
The Unknown
The car was moving fast, along the wooded path on an uncharted area in Africa. The scorching sun was going down ,cooling the surrounding. The car stopped and someone got out.
By Dinesha Perera5 months ago in Art
“The Color He Never Used”
In a quiet corner of the city, where the hum of traffic never quite faded and laundry lines strung between buildings like tangled flags, there lived a man named Kamran. Once, his name was spoken with reverence in galleries and studios—“Kamran, the painter who captures silence,” they’d say. His work had a way of holding breath, of making people pause, stare, and remember something long forgotten.
By meerjanan5 months ago in Art
“The Last Canvas”
On the edge of a quiet coastal village, where the sea whispered against the rocks and the air always carried a hint of salt and jasmine, lived an old man named Rahim. Once, his name had been spoken with reverence—“Rahim the Painter,” they called him, the man who could make waves dance on canvas and sunsets breathe.
By meerjanan5 months ago in Art